25 March 2011


Make me know you,
Like I really should
Help me love you
And others too

Keep my eyes upward looking
Let no gile or bitterness in me be seen.
Let flow from my heart,
Thoughts, that when reveal
Will stand justify
For they are pure indeed.
Draw me from the well of deep despair and dread.
Let me know the calm of your sweet gentle touch

Sieve me through the eyes of love's true quest
Let me come to thee undefiled, pure and washed.

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